"Promises Promises"

by Pixie Whitefeather

Disclaimer: Ha! I wish….

Author's Commentary: AHHH!!! I'm back. I've been grounded for a month and a few weeks, so I'm real sorry. I was having a lot of trouble at home, tried to run away from home, got caught (I walked out the front door, in the middle of day, and I still got several hours away from home, walking down a main road…) Then I got grounded. Feh.

Chapter 19:

            There are many ways a girl can hurt a boy. A girl, who's taken a self-defense class, knows many of these. A swift hit to the nose can leave a boy broken and bloodied. Twisting his wrists at certain angles also hurt rather badly, and if done hard enough and in the right way, they can leave the boy's arm quite broken. There's also certain ways to move your feet so that the boy you are attacking trips and falls back, leaving him vulnerable to you.

            Kagome was a proper girl though, and it was not proper for a girl to learn fighting such as that. However, by some strange and rather cruel twist of fate, every girl has somehow learned one very painful way to hurt a boy and defend herself. Somehow, every girl has learned this trick and most likely, used it at least once, and threatened it hundreds of times. When in close range, as Kagome was, its easier to use your knee to pull off this move. It's difficult to do this in layers of kimonos, so Kouga wasn't in as much pain as he could have been. But when Kagome kneed him between the legs, you can bet, it hurt like crazy.

            Kouga broke away from the kiss instantly and stumbled back in pain, and Kagome blushed like crazy, in disbelief that she did that. Inu-Yasha noticed from far off and winced for a moment, imagining Kouga's pain, than burst out laughing, much to the young girl's dismay. She couldn't figure out why he was laughing when Kouga was in such pain. The redhead stormed off, leaving poor Inu-Yasha holding his sides together, falling down in the sweet soft grass. She glared once at Kagome, a true death glare, then began to help poor Kouga up.

            Meanwhile…

            Sango somehow managed to continue her feigned sleep as Miroku broke away. She heard the monk groan slightly in pain and heard him lie down, a little ways away from her. She lay very still, though she wasn't sure for how long, until she heard Miroku's quiet, long breaths, indicating sleep. Sango opened her eyes and looked over at Miroku. She smiled despite herself, and crawled over to Miroku. She watched the monk sleep for a moment, and began to feel a bit sleepy herself. Sango lay down next to him, draping one arm around his bare and bandaged chest.

            "I better not fall asleep here. I just…want to be here for a moment…" But sleep took her anyway, she floated off to a gentle dream in a warm embrace, and for once in a long time, Sango felt at ease and safe. The world had long grown quiet after the battle, and despite Kouga and his pain, the world around them was at peace.

            Sango was having a strange dream. She looked down and was surprised to see herself wearing an all white kimono. In her hands she held a cup of sake. A gentle voice, though it sounded familiar, Sango couldn't place it, urged her to drink that final sip of sake so that they could be married. Sango smiled softly in her dream and brought the sake to her soft pink lips, drinking a small sip then setting it down again.  She was finally married…but to who? Sango suddenly felt like she was watching the whole scene from afar.

            She watched as her Dream Self turned and smiled at her new husband, blushing, as a new bride should. Sango looked over to see whom her Dream Self had married. It was Miroku! She watched, bright red, as her Dream Self leaned closer and closer to Miroku and then….

            "Sango, wake up." Sango's eyes snapped open and saw that she had fallen asleep in Miroku's arms. She blushed wildly, and noticed even he looked a little pink.

            "Houshi-sama, I-I-…uh…just sorta…fell asleep there…Sorry!"

            "D-Don't be sorry Sango! It was a nice way to wake up." Miroku gave Sango his usual cheesy grin. Sango blushed even harder and turned away from Miroku, staring off intensely at the fascinating wall in front of her. Miroku sat down next to her and studied the wall in front of them as well.

            "As a matter of fact," Miroku added, "I wouldn't mind waking up that way everyday…" Sango turned to him, her heart pounding in her chest, her lungs suddenly tightening. Her hands were sweaty, no matter how many how many times she tried to wipe them. When had Miroku gotten so close to her?

            "How about it Sango? Will you let me wake up that way every day?" Sango trembled, trying to comprehend his question logically. But all logic was lost as Miroku leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Sango was surprised to find she liked the kiss…even more surprised to find she like Miroku. Sango felt herself warming up to the kiss, and then it was not just Miroku kissing Sango. Sango was kissing back. Sango pushed for more, when quite suddenly Miroku broke away. Sango leaned again, but Miroku turned away, a playful spark in his eyes.

            "Nope! Not until you answer my question." He grinned at Sango, who blushed, realizing Miroku was just being a tease. She shook her head. This was no time for games. She had to decide now if she was really willing to wake up everyday with Miroku at her side. Could she really wake up everyday with him at her side? Could she grow old and watch children grow, all while enjoying his warm embrace? She thought of everything they'd been together, moments they shared, times when she loved him, times when she hated him.

            "Miroku...I've decided."

            Rin sighed and waited around for Sesshoumaru. "Seems like all I ever do is wait for him." A watchman nearby announced an hour had passed since Rin had started standing there. "Leave it too a stupid demon to be late."

            "Late yes. But stupid?" Rin spun around and saw Sesshoumaru standing there, looking as cool as if he'd been there all day. "Sesshoumaru-sama!" Rin ran over and gave Sesshoumaru a big hug.
            "I am such a sucker for him" Rin thought as Sesshoumaru returned her embrace…well, more like, he patted her on the back, but Rin had grown used to his lack of affection.

            "Sesshoumaru-Sama. Rin-dono. Please come with me. The King requests both your presence immediately." The guard had a grave expression on his face and Rin glanced up at Sesshoumaru, and caught a hint of anxiety in his eyes. She felt a small tendril of fear rise up. If Sesshoumaru was showing emotion, things had to be bad.

Author's Commentary: SORRY!!! Again, sorry that its been so long, sorry for all the cliffies…ok, not sorry about the cliffies. I hope some people are actually still reading this fic…